If love was ground like corn
With pestle and mortar,
Would it taste good on pizza?
If love was manipulated
In a beaker or flask,
Would anyone drink it?
If love was blasted into pieces,
In an accidental incident,
Could forceps extract the bits?
And I’ve wondered, once or twice,
If love was ever viewed under a
Magnifying glass or held in a
Crucible cup over an open flame?
I’ve also wondered if love is a simple element,
Like say a frog, a flower, or a rock?
Oh, no matter.
No matter. Forget all that.
What I really want to know is–
Does love cover over like purple sugar,
The way Kool-Aid does with white water
Briskly dancing inside the pitcher?
- Love Letters by Richard Thomas (ceasecows.com)